Feeling this way, I explore who I am, and it's not me. I'm in an awful mood, and for a stupid reason. Some game not going the way I wanted it to, and I feel frustrated because I believe I was powerless to have changed anything. This helplessness upsets me greatly, even in such a trivial matter. The frustration, over time, brews and turns to depression. I've always thought of myself as having 'low' moments, but never really thought I had a problem with depression. But then I start to look at my life. New pictures of me show up on Facebook, in a costume I was proud of. They disinterest me, and I look at them in disgust. I think about q